Just Another Day

"Oh." I shift the phone from one shoulder to another while juggling my files. Our school's annual singing competition is coming up soon so it means our publishing team is overloaded with demands for posters and articles on it. Beacon, they had called it this year. It's a bit less, well, obvious that last year's Sing!, but I've never thought it a good idea to put an English name as the title of a South Korean school competition. Most of us can't pronounce Beacon and I couldn't either, till Chanhee made it a point to correct me.

"No, no. It's alright, Jongup. Do your best, okay?" I say, still distracted by the amount of paperwork in my arms.

Nowadays, I kind of regret accepting to be the design head, what with the workload and everything. It's a bummer too that my position isn't officially recognised by the school since they only count in two leaders in every extra curricular student organisation, which translates to only the chairman and the chief editor being acknowledged. 

Jongup's stuck with remedial classes today. We were planning to head home together, maybe go for a movie too, but I guess not. I turn on my heels, weaving through the small horde of students in the hallway, and stroll towards the school gates.

Who am I? I'm Yoo Youngjae, a junior in high school. That's all I can really say about myself. I don't have any particular qualities that make me stand out, aside from the fact that I'm a bit of a tech geek and I love graphic designing. But most of us students have a passion, anyway, so I can't count it as something unique. Compared to a bunch of others with much more spectacular niches, I'm just as dull as dishwater. 

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